Lyrics

You know I'm saying man Nigga here just chilling like a motherfucker man Tryna make it do what it do man Junior Genius Jun', you really is a genius I really mean this Where the green is I'm tryna make some green hits Talking bout plaques Roller Rolls Royce, used to Rolex Still counting up stacks I'm riding round town like the Mac Got plenty bad bitches Got plenty bad bitches tryna pay me riches Got plenty player haters Got plenty player haters tryna come and take em Got plenty real niggas Got plenty real niggas riding with us And we got plenty hittas Couple killers down the gun pull them triggers We ain't worried bout you, man We ain't worried bout you, man We just doing what we do, man We just doing what we do, man Coming through like checkmate Stay winning in and out of state Today I'm in my best shape I can't lie, life getting great, aye All about getting cake and that money coming fast Gotta hustle slightly ill to ill And I'm still shining 'cause I'm still grinding Hell yeah, thug still here Seventeen years later paper still growing Niggas stay watching my moves But fuck it, I'm a help out mine Went to how to be a boss school, thuggery Pull up in the drop head, might pull up in a Spur Just walked in and pick a bitch Was like, fuck it I'm a take her And I never hear no "No's" 'Cause a nigga get money, get money like a boss Two decades later and bitches still ain't feel out, thugger I'm the motherfucking Mac Riding round town making my paper stack Got a bad bitch on my line I'm like baby let me hit you back Shoulda already hit so it'd just be a waste of my time Might as well hi the studio and get back on my grind 'Cause I ain't got time to be fucking with you hoes Who ain't gon' bring a nigga no dough I ain't got time to deal with you niggas Who are not here tryna chase figures I ain't got time to ride around Houston Chilling with a bunch of niggas that's losing I' gotta keep moving, I gotta move moving Get a bigger house, get a better car Get a badder boat, huh Thugger never satisfied, I'm a always want more, huh Yeah I gotta keep going, I gotta keep growing I ain't gon' never stop And when I check out this bitch I'm a still be sitting at the top, thugger Talking River Oaks with them white folks and big mansion, aye Talking 20,000 sq ft, tell em make some expansions, aye Pork and candy slab, in my yard smoking weed looking just like a nigga, aye But they ain't gon' say shit, that nigga getting his figures 'Cause bitch, I'm the boss, still ain't fall off Still getting them fat cheques, aye You can tell when you see my ass And all this shit hanging off my neck, aye Independent hall of fame, can somebody get me my respect Been getting money in the city, still ain't turned by back on the city 'Cause bitch, I'm the boss, never gon' fall off Never gon' fall off, never gon' fall off 'Cause bitch, I'm the boss, huh You see my motherfucking house Bitch, I'm the boss Thugger What the fuck they talking, 'bout man?